Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He gives me a grin I swear is like a lightning bolt to the heart. Everything this man says or does gets to me, but when he looks at me like this, all happiness and pride…there’s nothing like it.
I take a seat at the counter while Anthony goes to my fridge. “Nice jersey,” I tell him. “You look good in it. I like my name on you, want everyone to know such a sexy, sweet man is mine.”
He looks at me over his shoulder and winks. “I heard it’s fun to be fucked by the namesake of the jersey you’re wearing. We’ll have to try it.”
“Hayes and Rylan?” I cock a brow.
“Of course.”
“We’ll do it even better than they do,” I tease.
“Obviously. Anything specific you want?”
“Other than to spend the night with my boyfriend? Nope.”
“Such a sweet-talker,” he says sassily and pulls out some chicken from the fridge. I ate earlier, but I’m always starving after I play. We burn so many calories out there on the ice, and tonight I was working extra hard because of a certain someone in the audience.
We chat while Anthony seasons and tenderizes the chicken breasts. Once he has those on the stove with some olive oil, he pulls out the supplies for a salad. “You want some rice too?” he asks.
“Just the salad is fine. Any issues at the game?”
He rinses the vegetables. “No. Nothing. I thought maybe people would say something or recognize me, but no one did.” It’s not until he begins chopping that he says, “You know it’s not you, right? It’s not that I care about people knowing I’m with you. It’s the whole Jilted Exes thing. I don’t want to go through that again, and I don’t want who I am to be a problem for you.”
“It won’t be. I told you that. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks, but I get it. I can’t imagine what you went through.” I walk over to him, wrap my arms around him from behind, and kiss the side of his neck. “I like you a lot.”
He relaxes against me but doesn’t stop chopping. “I like you a lot too.”
“Yessss!” I tease, making him chuckle. “Now I’ll leave you alone so you don’t cut yourself again.” I let go of him and return to my chair. “I don’t want my boyfriend hurt.”
He rolls his eyes, but it’s clear he’s trying to hide his smile. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But you like it.” Even when he tries to pretend I’m being over-the-top, Anthony likes it, which is why I do it.
“You’re all right.” He winks again, and God, even just that makes me grin.
We chat while he finishes cooking, then eat together. When I try to do the dishes, Anthony tells me, “Leave them. I’ll do them in the morning.”
I don’t argue. Anthony seems to have a plan tonight, a goal, and I want to see it through with him. “Okay, so what next?”
“Like I said, I’m taking care of you tonight.” Anthony takes my hand and heads for the stairs. I follow alongside him. When we get to my room, he goes straight for the en suite, but instead of the shower, walks to my custom Jacuzzi tub, which is big enough for both of us.
Still, I ask, “Will you be joining me?”
“No, but you’ll be joining me,” he teases, prompting a soft snicker from me.
“That works too.”
I love baths and have different salts and foams. Anthony uses some, then turns back to me, shaking his head as I reach for my shirt.
“Nope. That’s my job. You had a shutout for me tonight. It’s the least I can do.”
I play along. “True.” When he kneels and reaches for my shoes, I say, “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
Still, he doesn’t stop. One shoe and sock, then the other. He reaches for my pants next, hooking his fingers in the waistband and gently tugging them down. I’m not hard, my dick hanging between my legs. Anthony leans in, nuzzling his face into my groin, pulling in deep breaths, then licking my balls and dick.
“You have such a pretty cock.” He sucks the head into his mouth as I begin to harden.
“Not as pretty as yours.” I thread my fingers through his hair. “Everything about you is so fucking perfect. You’re in my damn mind all the time.”
“You’re in mine too.” Anthony kisses my thigh and continues to remove my pants. A moment later, he’s on his feet, tugging my shirt over my head. When he sees the bruise on my chest from where the puck hit me between my pads, he leans in and kisses it, then rubs his cheek against it. “I don’t like to see you hurt.”
“I’m tough, little dancer. I can handle it, but I’ll never complain about you wanting to kiss my injuries better.”